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Upstream Color… I don't know how best to describe Upstream Color, except that it is what it shows, a deceptive takeover of the mind which is hypnotically engrossing.  The decidedly symbolic narrative is a fusion of music, image, and word into a shockingly beautiful and moving shared experience.
 
Only a filmmaker with total confidence in his ability would follow the low key science fiction indie Primer with something so ambitious and esoteric.  But Upstream Color's daring also makes it nearly impossible to describe, a common reaction among critics which for once isn't merely hype.
 
Those preferring more lucid entertainment may conclude that it's all a bunch of pretentious mysticism, and one really can't argue that it isn't--as with anything so experimentally abstract, the sole proof is one's reaction to it.  We are either affected by the patterns or we are not.  This movie took over my thoughts.
 
The best way to approach Upstream Color is without narrative preconception (as in Primer's dense tangle of time travel paths).  It is not really a narrative to be solved, and it can only loosely be called "science fiction" or "a thriller".  A surprisingly emotional venture for Carruth, it should attract a lot of new fans. Tuesday, April 23, 2013 - 1:31 PM  

 

What the fuck is Chechnya anyway?… Get the scoop at My Posting CareerSaturday, April 20, 2013 - 6:02 PM  

 

Boston Marathon Bombed… Sensitive, considerate, and not at all "too soon" commentary at My Posting CareerMonday, April 15, 2013 - 3:44 PM  

 

Roger Ebert dead at last… Finally, the chinless freak who most embodied empty, middlebrow film consumption is dead.

 

More could be said about why Roger Ebert is a sharp declension from the peak of film criticism represented by John Simon or even Pauline Kael, but it's enough to list the names of contemporary critics who all follow the shallow Ebert furrow of "reviewspeak":  David Edelstein, Dana Stevens, Owen Gleiberman, Peter Travers, or any of the mostly Jewish crowd that has commercialized film reviewing so that it's little more than a condiment to be added at the concession stand.  Nothing too challenging, please, just let me know the thumbs status, and whether or not these adjectives apply:  moving, frenetic, slick, entertaining, singular, beautiful, hilarious, thrill-ride.  Words as empty calories.  But perhaps a better metaphor is words as anal lube intended to grease the lining for more film product.
 

More at My Posting CareerThursday, April 4, 2013 - 10:23 PM  

 

The Suburbs… The problem with suburbia isn't sterility (it's where whites moved to have families, so that's an inapt complaint), it is rootlessness.  Suburban communities lack a strong identity because they are "propositional"--people live there for the sake of convenience, not because they and their extended family are rooted there.  Each suburban family is isolate, there is no root system to keep them in place the way there is in a traditional town made up of family networks.
 
It is a community without community--superficial ties and memberships take the place of those deeper and more resilient family networks and histories.  Because the population is in flux, history is limited to the mean longevity of residence.  Thus community morality is in flux, always dependent upon the current composition, with very little influence in favor of continuity and heritage.
 
This is not the complaint that liberals have with the suburbs, of course.  Liberals betray little interest in sociological causes.  They scorn the suburbs because they are safe and sheltering.  The "vibrancy" of the city (as the liberal observes from his whitopia residential zone or gentrified satellite) is what is lacking in the suburbs, he thinks.  The liberal would be happy only with a city plan that completely eliminated families.  This gives a hint to his suicidal nihilism.  The nihilism is independent of his fake sympathy with urban minorities--his nihilism would have existed anyway, as a product of materialism and anonymity.

 

More at My Posting CareerFriday, March 29, 2013 - 4:18 PM  

 

World War Zombie… I always wanted to read Hackett's The Third World War but never got around to it.  Consciously or unconsciously, World War Z seems to be modeled after it, except instead of being written by a general with extensive knowledge of the subject it is written by the nerdy son of a crass Jewish comedian, who researched his comic-book-minus-pictures by playing tourist on daddy's dime.  Max Brooks is a "citizen of the world" much like typhus is a "citizen of nature".
 
But as pulse of the culture the apocalyptic fantasy is worth tracking.  Much as the surfeit of devil and demon possession movies in the 70s seemed to be a reaction to growing amorality and a fear of religion's withdrawal (really expulsion) from everyday life, these visions of mass doom betray the preoccupations of at least a portion of the public.  While the original living dead movies echoed cold war insecurity and nuclear paranoia, the new wave focuses on aggression, violence, and personal survival.  Of course the hero will give lip service to the idea of humanity coming together, but the story's conceit always betrays it.  Saving humanity is merely a tacked on justification for the frisson of watching millions or billions of people dying while feeling nothing (or feeling thrills of excitement, although nothing in the trailers looks very exciting--more like Transformers Z).
 
Of course part of the reason we feel a thrill is that we have been shielded from misery on a large scale, or even a small scale.  It's all abstract, like a porn fantasy.  The trailer to WWZ is filled with huge scale massacres, but there is no human element, it is all an empty CGI cartoon.  As people leap to their death to get on a helicopter that is taking off one feels nothing.  Compare this to shots of people leaping from the World Trade Center buildings.  In the latter, one is forced to reflect on the meaning of life, in the former there is no reflection, it is on to the next exaggerated thrill.  The movie must keep masturbating.

 

More at My Posting CareerWednesday, March 27, 2013 - 12:57 PM  

 

Hicks, description of… The defining characteristic of a hick is that, despite evidence that he is sheltered and insulated from anything more stimulating than a bingo game, he assumes otherwise because he owns a television and/or radio.  Were he to be aware of the outside world and his relative inexperience with it, he would cease to be a hick and instead would probably rise to the level of bumpkin.
 
I describe the hick as he is; I am neither for nor against him.  In a healthy society he is perfectly acceptable--if a little sure of ideas he has merely selected from a choice of two or three large print books.  But then, his conviction that his hamlet or town has really settled the ideal way for man to live is part of his charm--he's not one for very much novelty.

 

More at My Posting CareerThursday, March 21, 2013 - 5:26 PM  

 

Nerd Jokes Cost Nerd His Nerd Job… In case you haven't heard the latest nerd news, some nerds made a dorky joke at a nerd conference and an angry black Jewish female (coarser language at link) got all pissy on Twitter about being white privileged and oppressed and...trust me, it's worth reading the full story.

 

More at My Posting CareerThursday, March 21, 2013 - 12:55 PM  

 

Grandiosity as a feature of pre-collapse political leadership… Grandiosity is a very noticeable feature of our current elite.  Apart from the massive overspending (with deficits now routinely hitting $1 trillion), the military adventurism, and the expansion rather than contraction of global cultural influence (a kind of imperialism without an empire), there is the long list of crusades that our elites are currently engaged in.  Grandiosity is a consistent feature in all these endeavors.

 

But perhaps the best example was talk during the Bush years of pursuing a manned mission to Mars.  As grandiose dreams go it is hard to beat a Mars trip for sheer fantasy and overindulgence.  Not only is such a proposal out of step with our fiscal insolvency, there is no clear reason for it and the resources expended on such a plan would surely be more prudently spent solving domestic problems.

 

Grandiosity may be the key to understanding the character of our present political class.  Incompetent to deal with more pressing issues, or perhaps simply uninterested, elites spend their time daydreaming about fantastic initiatives that have little relevance to the lives of those the govern.
 

More at My Posting CareerSaturday, March 16, 2013 - 12:45 PM  

 

Amazing results, with one caveat… I heard about green coffee bean extract while watching "Dr. Oz", a medical man who gives advice to fat women on his talk show.  While Dr. Oz said he never endorses products I believe I saw him wink conspicuously after saying that. I think he does endorse this particular green coffee bean extract, but on the sly, the same way he "endorses" my therapeutic underwear lined with ball bearings.
 
When I heard about the weight loss powers of this bean, I was prepared to order a full pallet of them for my daughter, who wrecks the scale at 320 pounds. That's simply too fat and disgusting for any human being, but none of the weight loss tricks have ever worked in the past, including withholding affection and repeatedly telling her, "No one will ever love you, because they can't even have sex with you."
 
While I was skeptical at first, having seen so many tricks fail to register more than a quaver of the needle on the scale, this one really works! In no more than eight weeks my daughter had dropped three pounds. The one and only side effect is that she seemed slightly more nervous than normal and reported an increase in nightmares, from which she sometimes woke up screaming that she refused to sleep again. "No biggie," I thought, because that's not a real physical side effect.
 
However after having difficulty getting her to take the pill in the seventh week (even after I roared that she would stay "a fat, crazy virgin" forever, I decided to take the pill myself to make sure it was safe. The first couple of nights my dreams were only slightly troubled by the appearance of Gabe Kaplan and Gene Shalit as murder twins, but then things got steadily worse, until I was pretty regularly dreaming (and occasionally daytime dreaming) of murdering my family and devouring their remains.
 
Because I am a bath salts connoisseur, I was particularly worried about this and asked my physician about it while getting more anti-depressants for my wife, whom I had also put on the green coffee pills and who was now a beautiful 110 pounds even with "huge" breast implants. My doctor smiled enigmatically and shrugged, so I have kept both wife and daughter on the pills. I can always sue Dr. Oz if something bad happens.

 

http://www.amazon.com/review/R2R6T3JLZ43GIG/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B009VUZJTM Monday, March 11, 2013 - 9:43 AM  

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